I need

a massage, don't you need one too?

How can you go wrong with this half price deal paying $36.50. I'm treating myself for the holiday.

HOLIDAY CELEBRATION – a Libation

I keep trying to tread water in quicksand sinking faster in disgrace in the face of disaster
Life is a carousel of dreams
The famous radio therapist armond demille wrote me his words linger in my head ~you’re on a carousel of pain - allow me to help you
as a fellow therapist with professional courtesy due you, I’ll charge you only three hundred a session, a concession in my normal fees, I’ll cure you of your anomaly, your obsessions, give me your confession sacrifice your worldly possessions give up your attachments there’ll be no regression, I’m so darn good at my profession – no more transgressions no more depression
no more digression back to the blues tonight
I can’t be perfect I can only be me

A man stops me in Target all smiles, makes eye contact, nods.
merry Christmas to you. I say I don’t celebrate Christmas, you’re smiling so much why are you so happy?
Ah I’m happy to be with family at Christmas. u must celebrate something too what r u
I don’t know what I am Call me Jewish Buddhist if you want –
You look so happy too he says. Looks are deceiving I replied. You joke  with me you’re happy he said I see your big happy smile really I said I’m always blue no no that can't be true
I don’t know how to limit myself to one religion
Dubblex is confused they always pick you – why your pretty face in a store full of women- there are so many women around why do they always come to u - he accused
Innocent claim to  fame devious name your goals

The “all religion” ~ old religion
all religions are one – the word shall be one shall be done in heart space mind prevails so many travails hate to fail no bailing out I wail in my own jail hit the nail on the head
the world shall be one
one one one (((((((((oneoneoneoneoneoneone))))))) the one and one Irie
lightening and thunder
one nation under god indivisible with liberty and justice for all
one people united by love with peace and justice for all
I want the world on a string to spin in my my my my my my heart’s spin in a gleam with a ream of justice in economy for all full of bull
A wedding ring an office slur poetry in the afterlife
nose too big stomach too flabby
It’s inflatable unpredictable accounts payable receivable I’m not accountable for your bills my assets are not bequeathable retractable to your psycho babble circumscribable to your collectable circumstancial financials I’m familiar with the details

Fastidious and obsessive compulsive a hidden insidious agenda oblivious to the truth
I keep up with doctor ruth who lives in my hood
Embracing brotherhood understood under the fresh scent of cedarwood tree
The world will imbibe truth like a newborn with a new milk tooth
forsooth my youth I search like a sleuth
for the word shall be the truth
and the truth will set me free

bookstore

bookstore

Dangerous Ideals

The blues were pure enough to drink
Gallons of oil spilled and wasted
A huge delinquent samurai beguiled
My concentration wavered on the brink

A gallant giant waved wild red roses
At us with thorns that bruised our souls when we walked
Surrounded by danger on the edge of another impending disaster
We dreamed about leaving the trenches

Behind us the giant raged on the wrong balcony
And we ran for the safety of our huts
Escaping the blue monsoon that threatened us
Trying to recover the boundary

Wild thorns overgrown with mastery
They twisted and turned in our feet
Pouring our anguished blood in the street
Our images were replicated on the overhead marquee

That stood above the swaying balcony where disaster flowed for free
Searching through bleary concepts treading on blueberries
We rubbed rose petals on our wounded feet
Looking for the answers to the giant’s deceit

The rose petals grew as we touched them
As if ideas could grumble through a storm
the petals grew huge suddenly engulfing our feet
when we realized each rose had lost her stem

And the gentle giant raged no more
He had been beyond reproach
showing us a bloody brochure of what happened
threescore and seventeen years ago

Glumness is getting old as we sit drearily
Fixated on who outfoxed who
While a rainbow of cheery color
Runs parallel a bloody river numbly



for Elizabeth Bishop

jewelry poetry

hand crafts - magical things one can do with no training
with luck you can learn
you can even buy a book on how to do or just sit and play
whatever takes your fancy
my latest poetry jewelry
faceted authentic amethyst beads mixed with a few classy glass beads
the center bead is blue glass. The clasp is silver.
The colorful glass bead interspersed has mixed blue turquoise pink purple & white color swirls
authentic crystal beads border all other beads to set them off
on blue beading string

 

Then to divert and distract me from my tasks meet little kitty poetry guy - sweet potato Davie

Isn't he adorable ...

more crafts to distract me - a few of the dread caps I've made

a water color

 

An ink drawing on a large mailer

   

and a drawing with blue magic marker

distractions abound with opportunities ...

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Silver Spans the Sky

The earth so loved the sky she
opened her pregnant desire to him

and gave him her verdant green life to create a new day

The moon turned vibrant florescent
blue and the sky a flaming fuschia

My heart’s been aching

Jes sitting here hurting waiting on

you to come on home to me

I feel like rain inside silver stains the sky

Sitting here all alone a misery

Drying raindrops falling from my eyes

everyday is a just a new goodbye

hard to find a good guy

the weather is heavy like the storm
in my head waiting release praying

The strain of the rainstorm pulsates in my head

Imitating that storm about to explode

The light turned bright red

Feigned delight while waiting on green

That rain is sure to let go 

constrained by rain thunder claps in my brain the rain maintains

A steady downpour in my heart

If it weren’t for the sound of silence rain brings in its wake

I’d go insane waiting for rain

For the few who listen sounds of silence run deeper

than an underground well of experience
spreading tense suspense

It feels like rain relieves the pain I rein
in the mundane world around me

Like the desert needing rain I wait

For the downpour a steady rising in the sun

A false start a heady heart a steady downpour in my heart

Like rain I’ve never been smart in charting my course

Let me explain I try to refrain try to abstain
but it happens again and again

Like rain washes the dirt away, the pain lessens when I
eat dessert flirt with a new day

I revert to before the steady downpour of rain inside my heart

It feels like rain again today waiting for me take control

over a new domain in the fast lane

like a desert waiting for rain

I can’t complain I can’t contain the rain
inside my head it’s like a hurricane

Maybe the Dexedrine will dissolve the hurricane

A deluxe downpour of rain restrains my brain

A campaign takes hold for the rain to cease
along with my pain in my heart

Mozart the push cart prize to see the sun rise another day

Oh baby it feels like rain again today no
matter how hard I soothsay

It feels like rain today my life’s not in vain

A downpour of rain streams steadily in my heart

I sit and cry wonder how and why
the past has disappeared so fast

busy busy bee busy me

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We welcome Mike Finley here to our elegant hard working staff. Mike is responsible for layout and for getting our mag out this issue.

A hand to staff for their untiring energy in reading and sorting through submissions.

Marc Carver
DubbleX
Brad Eubanks  and click here too
Thomas Hubbard

If you are submitting for the first time- please follow these rules: Thanks to Mad Swirl for sending them to me!

1. Write something in the subject line in email to tip us off what you are sending, for example, poetry submission along with your name

2. Provide a greeting. "Hello" or "Dear Editor" works great.

2. Include a very short bio. For example, "I am John or Jane Poet". Wow, that's easy! 

3. Thank the people you are sending your submission to for taking the time to read it.

4. Include a closing salutation with a name at the end. "Sincerely, John and/or Jane Artist".

5. Don’t send more than 5 or 6 pieces maximum.

A celebration of a nation

I stand at the station

The vibration of dehydration

A severe water shortage

my hand lies upon the rail

They thought the industrial revolution

would be the solution

But it only caused humongous pollution

and made our situation worse

nursing our purse strings

There’s no absolution for the planet’s destruction

the summation of our nation requires

a delegation to provide an explanation

For the oil spill libation, the denigration of our earth,

the aggravation for future generations

Is there any salvation?

A dearth of information with the
roar of despair another new scare

As if you can make oil disappear

my words lingers like smoke the crowd inhales them

Join the midnight foray into the city wilderness –

express suppress obsess and transgress the information

deliberations lead to impressions

so - you got a standing ovation for a braised hen

dazed crazed and fed you’ll get phased
out too with introspection

remember - we’re only small atoms
in the evolution of this universe

we need to stay in motion for the duration

of our generation to achieve salvation for our planet

15 Minutes to Fame

A moment opens to eternity

Fastidious, attached to passing moments, 
I live in Warhol days

An open heart mends wounds

Are you for or against them? What’s your political game?

Everyone's got his 15-minutes of fame

Are you on their side or mine? Is it them or is it us?

Is there an us anymore? Who is us anymore anyway?

Anywhere I’m supposed to know? Did you know …

My headache keeps me awake to 
cover the worldwide news

An open wound  ~ Nightly sound of the evening news

A bleeding ulcer seeking to be healed

Closer to home news too, all news is bad news

Except the rescued puppy thrown in to control you

A news-forecast makes everything worse –

Ignore the news a week or two; say your regards to Pluto

Ignore my bleak forecast of doom

All of us are doomed anyway

The more you do - the more gets done

When you stop doing there’s no more to get done

Another open wound …

Always the dream remains of another go-round

Take care. Hope … to see you there

If & when there is another go-round

And the winner is

Congrats to Joyce Braxton Coley who won the $100 to spend. Have fun Joyce while the rest of us cry and wonder why we didn't win anything.